IS/WAS?

OK...so it's been a little over a month since we got married. That means it's been a little over a month since the missing groomsman (aka Kurtiss) didn't show up to be a groomsman. At this point, he's not missing. Now he's just dissing. Not cool.

Early on, I thought about sending him a nasty email, but what's the point? What are the chances he's really going to read it? And it's not like we don't know what happened to him. Apparently, we don't rank. Even asked him the day after our wedding, as we were heading out for our honeymoon, to call us just to let us know that he was alive. Did he call? Hellllll noooo... We found out from Gerry (thanks dude! at least he called you back...) Ya know, we accept that he's a bit spastic (aren't we all to some point?). Realize that he has a tendency to be a bit irresponsible and wild, and that's fine! Part of what we love about him. But we soooooo didn't think he would choose our wedding day (or the night before...) as the time to partake. Good thing he wasn't the best man! I seriously hope he doesn't think that by not contacting us at all that it's all going to blow over. Forgive and forget? I tink that requires some kind of an apology of some sort first? Maybe he doesn't care about his friendships, certainly makes one wonder if he was really a friend. He is/was more of a Ray friend than a Mandi friend. But we were all friends, he is/was just closer friend of Ray's than mine. So, as far as I'm concerned...this is just rude. And he's more of a WAS than an IS...

Booted

So, I guess we got booted from Ray's fancy shmancy blogging engine that he MADE to use on GoDaddy. Apparently, they don't support some XML thang. So we've moved to Blogger. Cool. It didn't really make a huge dent in my blogging world since this is really the first blog I've done. Well- there was that one on mySpace, where I was stoked about being able to wear junior size 9! But that was just a little tiny one compared to this one.

I'm really new to this blogging thing, but already I'm already starting to feel a liberated and less bogged down. It's always helped me to write things out, but I've never been consistent with a diary or journal...so we'll see how often I blog. I think blogging will be useful since I work in a very small office setting and am usually flying solo. Unless of course you count hearing every word that comes out of the idiot next door. Of course, what better clue-in to his idiocy than the fact that he laughs his ASS off while listening to Howard Stern...every day...OH! and his damn computer speakers are set high enough for me to hear, through a wall mind you (!!), when he gets an email. Most people have little dings or something similar...not this guy. He has his email notification set to say "Me So Horny"...you know, just like those hookers in "Full Metal Jacket." I can go on about this guy, but I don't want to air it all out in my first real blog. :)

Well...now it's time to go. Gonna go shopping at Costco with my man. :) Til next time...